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alotofadderall November 8 2012, 21:16:06 UTC
[Eventually, Stiles falls asleep. The wolf is warm and his own skin starts to heat up and contribute; he nods off, cheek slackening into the wolf's fur, bordering on comfortable.

And then the hose.]

Wha-what huh- [Stiles splutters, indirectly hit by the water when they blast the wolf with it. It immediately snarls and attacks, but the handlers go about their job with harsh aloofness and beat it back into submission. Stiles presses back against the wall, eyes wide and unable to assist. The wolf wasn't hurting him, why had they done that ( ... )

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alotofadderall November 9 2012, 17:30:53 UTC
[Stiles shivers at the tongue against his jaw, eyes wide as Sam presses closer, rocking against his hip. He worls himself a little faster stretching and fucking himself on his fingers.]

Wait just...one minute. Please. [He's trying not to beg, to move faster and prepare himself, but he's nervous and the pheromones hurt, his arms are shaking.]

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wolfy_sam November 9 2012, 18:24:49 UTC
[Wait. Give it a moment. Sam visibly struggles with this, trying to hold himself still against Stiles as he prepares himself. Panting, he scents and tastes his skin. The rut is sinking in, his world turning into a warm haze of need, a desperate desire to lose himself in his mate. Stiles lays one hand on his chest and Sam looks down at the touch, body trembling with want. He doesn’t want to hurt him, his human mate.

Closing his eyes, Sam tips his head down, choking on an impatient growl. Time. He can give him time.] Try. Can try. Need.. [He groans] You smell like home.

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alotofadderall November 9 2012, 19:15:27 UTC
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [Stiles quickly rocks down onto his hand, watching Sam carefully. He's stretching, but not nearly fast enough. Please. Please...] I'm sorry...

Home? [Stiles spreads his legs a little wider, slipping a second finger in and hurridly continuing.]

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wolfy_sam November 10 2012, 03:22:34 UTC
Home. [It's a vague memory from Before. A time when he had been warm and safe and loved. Stiles smells like all of that. Like he could be safe and loved and warm again and he needs that if he's going to survive.

[The scents are maddening and he chokes on a sound of need, hips twitching into Stiles.] Please. Please. Need..

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alotofadderall November 10 2012, 04:01:46 UTC
[It sounds like smelling like home is a good thing, and Stiles prays it is. Even if the drugs hurt, at least they're keeping him from getting killed.

Stiles bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut. He's not ready, mentally or physically. But Sam...he can hear how much Sam needs to mate, on the point of pain. And he's trying, he's trying so hard to let Stiles prepare. The teen removes his fingers, though one look at Sam's large member tells him it probably won't be enough for a first time, and squeezes a generous glob of lube onto his palm, quickly spreading it over Sam's cock before he could think about the fact that he was touching another man's cock for the first time.] O-okay...

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wolfy_sam November 10 2012, 22:01:54 UTC
[Stiles. The name circles in Sam's brain as he tries so hard to hold still. Home and warmth and love and he'll be lost without him. Lost and become a monster forever.

The pass of his slick hand along his fevered skin tears a ragged moan that's very nearly a growl from him. No one has ever touched him like that before.

Sam scents along his neck, shoving the blankets beneath Stiles as he covers him with his body. Panting, he presses in, groaning as he finds his slick and ready entrance. He tries to go slow, tries so hard, crying out brokenly as he pushes inside. Warm, snug heat and it's like coming home.]

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alotofadderall November 11 2012, 15:02:16 UTC
[Stiles tries to muffle his cry as Sam pushes in - at least he's slow, but that's going to take some getting used to. He stretches a little more, uncomfortably accomodating Sam's length, but nothing tears and all Stiles does is whimper, so it's fine.

Sam is all around him, touching everything, everywhere. This isn't what Stiles expected when he signed up for this, but at least he won't die a virgin? Not that this is fun, either, and he's probably still going to die.]

S-slow, if you can. [Stiles requests quietly, unsure if he's allowed to speak, or if he's allowed to hold onto Sam because right now his fists are clenched by his side and it'd be easier if he had something to hold on to.]

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wolfy_sam November 11 2012, 23:21:24 UTC
[He feels so good, so perfect beneath him, wrapped around him. Sam nuzzles into his neck, wrapping his arms around the very fragile human. This is what they'd been trying to find for him all those years. A mate. A perfect mate and he whines, wondering why he's so still beneath him.]

Slow. Try.

[Sam rubs his face into his shoulder, keeping his thrusts as slow as he's able to. He wants Stiles to hold him too, to complete that sense of warmth and belonging that he's been missing since Before.]

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alotofadderall November 11 2012, 23:49:48 UTC
Thank you.

[Stiles rocks with Sam's thrusts, tentatively wrapping an arm around Sam's waist after a moment, watching to see if the wolf would attack him when he did.]

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wolfy_sam November 12 2012, 03:53:26 UTC
[Sam did the opposite, leaning into his touch with a pleased rumble. He felt so good. Warm and safe and he could go slow. He could do whatever Stiles needed. With each slow thrust, he felt the knot begin to grow, bringing him closer to the edge.] Don't struggle. [All he can manage is a gasped warning before the process starts and he's lost, the knot tying them together.

This is usually when things went badly. When the others fought, panicked and generally tried to get away. Sam could only hope his warning, however vague it was, was heeded.]

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alotofadderall November 12 2012, 03:57:32 UTC
Wh-what are you doing? [Stiles asks, eyes widening when he feels...holy shit is that Sam's cock, expanding? What in the hell-]

What is that? What are you doing? [His voice is strained, a hint of pain present - Sam's stretching him farther than he'd prepared for, and Stiles does his best not to fight him, though he twitches a little, desperate instinct telling him to get away, but unable to.]

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wolfy_sam November 12 2012, 04:12:24 UTC
Please. Please. [His pleas are strangled as his hips stutter against him, nearing his peak. Sam groans as his orgasm hits, his knot keeping them tied together as he cries out, coming with nearly blinding force.

He can't fight, can't struggle. If he does, Sam might not be able to stop himself.]

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alotofadderall November 12 2012, 04:21:17 UTC
What is it? Sam? [Stiles is frightened, and it's audible in his voice, but Sam, at least, doesn't seem to want to hurt him even though he inadvertently is. So at least there's that, but he has no idea what the hell is happening in his ass and it's making him nervous.

Sam comes, filling Stiles with fluid, and the teen gasps, surprised at the foreign sensation. They're still, it feels, locked together, and Stiles tries to stifle the trapped feeling he's suddenly acutely aware of.]

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wolfy_sam November 12 2012, 04:25:09 UTC
[Finding words is nearly impossible and Sam makes a few choked sounds before he succeeds.] Knot. Stay. Don't.. [He can barely think with the smell of sex and pheromones in the air and the feel of his knot binding them together so completely.

Sam noses at his jaw, trying to offer comfort where words are obviously failing him.]

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alotofadderall November 12 2012, 04:28:42 UTC
Knot? [Stiles gasps, eyes wide. He's really trying not to panic, clinging to Sam to stop himself from pushing him away desperately. It makes sense though; werewolf, duh.] P-please Sam, don't...

[But Stiles stops talking, squeezes his eyes shut and tries to relax. Breeding. Right. They could be there for hours, freaking out about it wasn't going to help anything.]

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